Truly, you didn't know how much deeper your abhorrence could run.

All you could do was stare at the pile of roses on your desk, arranged quite finely. A letter was placed neatly by the side.

"..."

Class hadn't even started and you were already itching to be on your way home.

You stared down at the items blankly.

Murmurs and whispers ensued, making you clench your jaw.

Just who else could have done this?

"Eugh, so lame." A certain male criticized from another side of the room, not bothering to hide their disgust.

"Don't say that. I think I did fine. It's sweet." Asmodeus.

Fucking .

"I mean, you? Doing something like this instead of the other way around? Are you feeling fine?" Mammon grimaced at the male. You heard Asmodeus scoff at his words.

"Psh, just watch."

Did they really think you were deaf?

"..." You picked up the letter and tore it apart, just as you had done to Yuki's letter back then. The room went silent.

You placed the flowers carelessly on the desk next to you, the supposed occupant not having arrived yet. Not caring about the scattered petals, you patted them off the desk and took a seat.

You could hear Mammon bursting into laughter at the plain rejection everyone was witness to.

You paid no mind to the disbelief and baffled stares as you nonchalantly took out a book and began to read.

Like hell would you do something about those flowers.

Why would he even do that? What dumbass apology started with leaving roses on a desk with a letter?

Fucking stupid.

"Um, (M/n)?"

Your eyes traveled up to meet the speaker. Simeon stood there with his bag, having just arrived. He had his pointer finger beside his cheek as he sheepishly questioned you. "Erm... These roses..."

"They're not mine. You should probably just throw them in the trash. They're making a mess."

"A-ah..." Simeon closed his eyes with a nervous smile. "I see. Though, wouldn't that be a waste?"

"You can take them if you want. They're practically trash to me anyways. I hate roses."

"...Hm." Simeon hesitantly gathered the roses to clean up his desk. You chuckled. "What a bother, no? I'm sorry, Simeon. I'll help you get rid of them."

"Oh, no problem. I'll just..."

And once again, a certain male from the back laughed boisterously.

- - -

Once again, you arrived to school next day a little too early. The classroom was barren, void of any person at the moment.

Wanting to spend the time catching up on sleep on your desk, your thoughts were interrupted by something.

As you entered the room, a box caught your eye, having been placed in your desk alone.

"..."

- - -

"Hey, Beel. Where'd you find time to buy a cake this morning?"

Asmodeus' ears perked up at Belphegor's words. He turned to look at the said male.

"Oh, this? That one guy with the (h/c) hair gave it to me. I think his name was... (M/n)? He seems nice." Beelzebub answered with a smile. "I must be lucky today. He's pretty kind."

"Huh. You don't find it strange that someone would give you a whole cake randomly?" Belphegor questioned, peering into the half-eaten cake. Beelzebub shook his head. "He said some weirdo left it on his desk. So he just thought of throwing it in the trash. I volunteered to eat it instead."

"If someone was planning on poisoning (M/n), then you'd be the recipient."

"(M/n) doesn't seem bad though. Why would someone do that to him? And besides, why would a poisoned cake be heart-shaped and has 'be mine' written on top of it?"

"..." Belphegor's brows furrowed. Whether it was from disgust or confusion, he wasn't sure. He sighed.

"Whatever. You must have really good luck to be given a whole cake."

"...Do you want some, Belphie?"

"Hmm... Pass."

"What about you, Asmo–? Oh, he's gone."

- - -

"...Someone told me to give this to you."

"...What is it?" You raised a brow at Satan, who merely shrugged. "Why would I know? I mean, it's a ring box. I don't have any idea what could be inside."

"..." You sighed at the blatant sarcasm. "Give it back to whoever told you to give it to me."

"Sorry. I can't do that." Satan shook his head. "He told me to just shove it to you if you refuse it."

"Why don't you tell Asmodeus that if you do that, I'll shove it up his ass?"

"...Hm." Satan felt a grin crawl up his face at your words. "Should I tell him that?"

"Go ahead. What a way to apologize." You rolled your eyes, waving a hand. You walked away, leaving Satan with the ring box. The blond stared down at the item as he pondered to himself.

"...Apologize? I thought Asmo was trying to woo you." He mused to himself before shaking his head dismissively and leaving.

- - -

"Simeon? Is there a problem?"

The brown-haired angel chuckled at your question. "...Here."

You said nothing as he gently handed you a bouquet of (favorite flowers). You blinked twice. "Um, Simeon, are these for me?"

"Yes."

"...Oh." You took the flowers in his grasp, despite your growing confusion. "...What's the occasion?"

"I'm not quite sure either."

"...These aren't from you, aren't they?"

"...Perhaps not, but they're for you. Someone told me to–"

"--Give it to me, yes. Yes. How generic." You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at the repetitive action. Simeon chuckled. "Well, they said you were avoiding them, so if they tried to give it to you in person, you'd just ignore them."

"Well, at least he's self-aware." You held onto the base of the bouquet and squeezed it. You hummed. "Simeon, next time someone, especially Asmodeus, asks you to give me something, you should say I don't want them."

"E-eh?" Simeon looked quite dumbfounded. "I thought you liked (favorite flowers)..."

"Not after this, I don't." You shook your head stubbornly. Simeon sighed at your behavior. "(M/n), is it rude of me to ask what happened with you and Asmodeus? You seem to really...resent him."

"It's a long story. Basically, he embarrassed me in public. Don't bother trying to find out what."

"...(M/n), what if he's trying to apologize?" Simeon sat on his chair, not breaking eye contact.

"Bullshit. Like I'll hear him out. And besides, what kind of idiot would try to apologize by trying to give me bouquets, cake, and a ring?" You rolled your eyes. Simeon paused, blinking slowly to process the information.

"...Um, (M/n)." He started out awkwardly. "This may seem presumptuous of me, but doesn't it seem weird that these are specifically what he chooses to give you?"

"Yeah. Weird because he doesn't even seem the least apologetic."

"Erm..." Simeon felt a bead of sweat run down the side of his head as he contemplated on whether he should tell you.

Then he decided against it.

"Alright, then. I'll respect your decision, (M/n)." Simeon acknowledged. You nodded with a smile. "Thank you, Simeon."